| I spent seventeen nights
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| Seventeen nights in the city
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| Watching the horizon beckon for a buck knife
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| To bludgeon it’s belly, to end the pregnancy
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| I’ve spent seventeen nights
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| Seventeen nights in the city
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| Watching the face in, the face in the embryo
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| Pleading for cesarean, traced by fleshy twilight
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| You can see it all from the rooftops
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| A threatening birth, a threatening birth
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| A swollen vagina in the sky
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| A threatening birth, a threatening birth
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| You can see it all from the rooftops
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| A threatening birth, a threatening birth
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| A swollen vagina in the sky
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| A threatening birth, a threatening birth
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| Three shades of blood to soak it’s death bed
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| Fiery red for the shutdown of the science, science, science bled sun
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| Viscous black for the sex lives of the science, science, science fed youth
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| Fiery red for the shutdown of the science, science, science bled sun
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| Viscous black for the sex lives…
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| Milk white for the impossible
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| Vista of the skyline as it shorted out, shorted out, shorted out
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| And was replaced by a network of newsprint
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| You can see it all from the rooftops
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| A threatening birth, a threatening birth
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| A swollen vagina in the sky
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| A threatening birth, a threatening birth
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| So close that you can smell the morphine in it’s veins
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| So close… |